The page consisted of a poorly arranged blog template, without any frills. Just the title, written in Times New Roman font, size 36, “3 Lyr,” and a long series of numbers separated by semicolons and blank squares indicating that the symbols could not be read by the program. Well, he thought, the site did exist. But what the fuck was it about?
He downloaded the page and forwarded it to the Cryptographic Dept, where he sometimes sent text and images to have them checked for secret messages. The plot thickens, he thought again.
That was: if there was a plot.